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A dramatic and poignant scene inspired by Greek mythology, depicting the moment when the nymph Echemaia is carried into the Underworld by the femal goddess Persephone. Echemaia, a young and delicate nymph, lies limp in Persephone's strong arms, her ethereal beauty marred by a bloodied arrow lodged in her chest. Her flowing, sheer garments, tinged with the colors of autumn leaves, cling to her lifeless form, streaked with blood and dirt. Her pale face is serene yet pained, her golden hair cascading down in soft waves.
Persephone, regal and commanding, is portrayed as both compassionate and unyielding. Her dark, braided hair is adorned with a crown of pomegranate leaves and jewels that gleam faintly in the dim, eerie light of the Underworld. She wears a flowing black and crimson gown, shimmering with an unearthly glow, and her bare feet tread lightly across the rocky, ash-covered ground. Her face is stoic but her piercing gaze betrays a deep sadness as she carries Echemaia through the shadowy realm.
The Underworld itself is vast and oppressive, with jagged cliffs, dark chasms, and glowing rivers of molten lava illuminating the gloom. Wisps of spectral light and swirling mist create an otherworldly atmosphere, while faint shadows of tormented souls flicker in the distance. This hauntingly beautiful composition captures the sorrow and inevitability of death, as well as the fierce power and compassion of Persephone as Queen of the Underworld.
Persephone:
Persephone is depicted as a striking figure of both grace and power, embodying her dual nature as the Queen of the Underworld and a symbol of rebirth. Her face is delicately sculpted, with high cheekbones and full lips painted a soft crimson, symbolizing her connection to the pomegranate—the fruit of her binding to Hades. Her eyes are a deep, piercing green, flecked with gold, glowing faintly in the dim light of the Underworld, conveying both sadness and unyielding strength. Her expression is a mix of solemnity and tenderness as she cradles Echemaia, embodying the weight of her role as both a judge of the dead and a guide to the lost.
Her hair is a cascade of dark, inky waves intricately braided with threads of gold and adorned with delicate pomegranate blossoms and leaves. A crown of black iron and ruby accents rests lightly atop her head, emphasizing her queenly authority. She wears a flowing gown of deep black and crimson, the fabric shimmering like liquid shadow, intricately embroidered with golden patterns resembling vines and flowers, symbolizing the life she leaves behind. Her bare feet are pale and dusted with ash from the Underworld's rocky terrain, and her hands are strong yet gentle as they hold Echemaia’s fragile form.
Echemaia:
Echemaia is depicted as a vision of ethereal beauty, her figure slender and graceful even in her wounded and lifeless state. Her skin is pale, almost luminous, with a faint, otherworldly sheen, as if she still clings to the vitality of the upper world. Her soft, delicate features—wide, almond-shaped eyes that have lost their light, a small, straight nose, and full, slightly parted lips—convey a tragic innocence. Her golden hair, streaked with dirt and blood, cascades in loose waves around her shoulders and mingles with the sheer fabric of her garment.
Her attire is simple yet evocative: a flowing gown made of delicate, semi-transparent fabric in hues of autumn—burnt orange, gold, and soft browns—that seems to meld with the natural world. The gown is torn and stained with blood where the arrow has pierced her chest, the wound stark against her fair skin. Her arms dangle limply, and her feet, bare and graceful, trail lightly against the rocky ground as Persephone carries her. Despite the lifelessness in her form, there is an air of serenity and beauty about Echemaia, as though she is still connected to the natural world she once belonged to, even as she is brought into the shadowy depths of the Underworld.
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    A gritty, neon-drenched portrait of a cyberpunk bounty hunter set against the backdrop of a rain-soaked cityscape, where the boundaries between man and machine are blurred.
The hunter's face is etched with lines and creases, their piercing eyes seeming to bore into your soul as they assess your worthiness. Their cybernetic enhancements - a glowing eye implant and sleek mechanical arm - testify to their unwavering dedication to their craft.
Tactical clothing made from supple leather and cutting-edge materials hugs the hunter's physique, accentuating their toned muscles and strategically placed pockets, belts, and armor pieces that tell a story of battles fought and won.
As their gaze meets yours, you feel a shiver run down your spine - it's as if they're sizing you up, weighing your worthiness to bear witness to their commitment. The weight of that responsibility is palpable, like a physical force pressing against your chest.
Their long, dark coat billows behind them like a storm cloud as they move through the city streets, a high-tech weapon partially obscured within its folds, waiting for the moment when it will be unleashed with deadly precision.
In this world, time itself seems fluid and malleable - hours blend into days, and years hang heavy in the air. The rain pounds against the pavement like a thousand tiny drums, each drop landing with a rhythmic beat that's both mesmerizing and unnerving.

The cityscape is a kaleidoscope of neon lights and dark shadows, where skyscrapers pierce the sky like shards of broken glass. Flashes of bright light cut through the darkness, casting an otherworldly glow over everything.
As you stand there, frozen in awe, the bounty hunter begins to move - their movements economical and precise, like a machine designed for maximum efficiency. They glide through the city streets with ease, leaving behind a trail of subtle ripples that distort the air around them.

Their coat flows behind them like a dark cloak, billowing in the wind as they move with an unnerving silence - no footsteps, no rustling of fabric, just a smooth, fluid motion that belies their true nature: that of a high-tech predator stalking its prey through the urban jungle.
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An eerie scene of a terrified individual facing a grotesque, otherworldly creature that defies all logic and reason. The being, seemingly emerged from the depths of the cosmic abyss, looms over its hapless prey, ready to consume them whole. Its massive, maw-like mouth, adorned with rows of jagged, razor-sharp teeth, stretches from its scaly, elongated head to its bulbous, tentacled torso, engulfing almost half of its monstrous form. The creature's emaciated, gangly limbs dangle menacingly close to the ground, while its segmented, scaled body glistens in the dim, unnatural light. The poor soul standing before this nightmarish abomination is reduced to a state of utter horror and despair, their eyes wide with terror, their muscles tense and quivering, as they brace themselves for the inevitable end. The background fades into a surreal, Lovecraftian landscape of twisted trees, eldritch lights, and an ever-shifting, cosmic void, hinting at the endless horrors that lie beyond the confines of this ghastly tableau.
    A Bright and cheery unicorn made of fire and rainbows. A sparkling sunset peeking on the Horizon. Text that sais "FIRE IS THE SOUL!" in a beautifull font like a inspirational quote.
    On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light
In flames of death’s eternal reign, we ride towards the fight
When the darkness has fallen down
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight
Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel, through the wastelands evermore
The scattered souls will feel the hell, bodies wasted on the shores
On the blackest plains in hell’s domain, we watch them as they go
In fire and pain, now once again, we know
So now we fly ever free
We’re free before the thunderstorm
On towards the wilderness, our quest carries on
Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight
As the red day is dawning
And the lightning cracks the sky
They’ll raise their hands to the heavens above
With resentment in their eyes
Running back through the mid-morning light
There’s a burning in my heart
Through the fire and the flames, we carry on
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text"dark souls 1" centring the poster, upper body
    "I thought you died alone
A long, long time ago
Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the woman who sold the world"
The woman who sold the World,
beautiful sexy Gothic style woman,fine textures,deep shadows,dark light,Muted colours,sharp lines, (full body and head), retrofuturist, a 1900s gaunt elegant mysterious woman, haunted eyes, extreme anorexic, extremely skinny, gaunt hollow cheeks, thin long limbs hands fingers, black leather gloves, looking at viewer, eye contact, soulful, fascinating, mesmerizing, death. Dark,mysterious,haunting,dramatic,ornate,detailed,full body,old photograph is a mystery style by Eduard Veith,Milton Glaser,Esteban Cortazar,Patrick Kelly,Lotta Jansdotter, Mixed media, gouache,Ink swirl,ethereal background,Highly detailed,intricate,beautiful,high definition,fantastic view. 3d,volumetric lighting,extremely detailed,award winning,(illustration:1.1),(perfect details:1.1), ornate background, Fixhand,perfecteyes, green eyes, brown eyes, perfecteyes,RAW photo,subject,8k uhd,dslr,soft lighting,high quality,film grain,Fujifilm XT3,FastNegativeV2, amazingly beautiful, incredible detailed, stunning work of art, unforgettable masterpiece,
    extraordinary concept digital painting of,
In a forgotten corner of the Harvest Woods, a massive, spectral stag with antlers made of glowing, golden branches steps silently through the mist, its breath visible in the crisp autumn air. Following closely behind, a curvy, mysterious sorceress with a big butt, dressed in dark, flowing robes, her eyes glowing with an inner fire, whispers an incantation that binds the stag to her will. Together, they seek out the lost souls of the forest, guiding them to rest beneath the autumn leaves.
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    Red moon, blood moon, A 1900s gaunt elegant mysterious woman, haunted eyes, soulful, Dark,mysterious,haunting,dramatic, masterpiece, Detailed hand, Hand, Perfect hand
    Can you feel me? Deeper! Deeper! The minister of atmospheric delights takes command of the congregation with wave forms like sonic psalms. Beyond the confines of body and mind or nation, conscious sensation. This moving meditation, rhythms awaken your internal universe. The high priest and priestesses of harmonic convergence enlighten the true believers with their terminal sound. Deeper! Deeper! Audio alchemy, vibrational healing frequencies spiraling other dimensions entered by your intention. Open yourself like a present to the present. Can you feel me? Transcend the earthly plane to the eternal energy flow, moving fast or slow as you glow and you grow. In this celestial celebration, reverberation. Sacred geometry, the wave forms transform your soul, make you whole. Let go of all you think you know, and dive into the nothingness where all that matters is where god and spirit lives as we dance on this heavenly body around the sun we melt into the wild.
    On a vast, flat meadow, there is a long and slender stream that winds its way from afar. It slowly unfolds closer to the center of the scene. The water is clear and you can see the bottom, carrying the gentle sounds of pebbles and sand as it flows along, creating a tranquil yet vivid natural music in this minimalist ink painting photograph. The stream is not only a bond connecting heaven and earth but also seems like a delicate flow of emotions, bringing peace to the soul.
    A desolate, moonlit landscape under a blood-red moon. Shadows twist and writhe as whispers echo through the air. Dark, ancient trees with gnarled branches loom menacingly, casting eerie silhouettes. The ground is scattered with remnants of forgotten souls, their whispers hinting at unspeakable horrors. An ominous, devouring presence lingers in the background, barely visible but infinitely terrifying.
    A hooded mage in brown robes, with glowing orange gemstones on his chest and holding an iron staff of fire magic. He is standing outside at night in the snow, his face obscured by shadows. In the style of Dark Souls.
    Within this breathtaking artistic masterpiece, an impeccably rendered grand piano stands as the focal point, illuminated by gentle moonlight that transforms its form into a stunning illusion of liquid opalescence. The piano's shadows dance gracefully in harmony with the shifting ethereal light, casting eerie patterns upon the floor while highlighting the intricate detailing of its piano bench.  In stark contrast, a solitary figure dressed in dark attire hovers at the composition's periphery, their elongated fingers skillfully striking the piano keys in a mesmerizing dance of rhythm and harmony. Their silhouette radiates an enigmatic presence, veiled in mystery, generating a melody that seamlessly blends with the resonance of the piano, imbuing the entire piece with an otherworldly atmosphere.  The delicate beauty of this scene further extends into the canvas' background, where impressionistic brushstrokes bring forth painterly impressions of floating petals and twirling leaves that delicately blur into surreal shapes, paying homage to the traditions of impressionist oil paintings while exploring the boundless possibilities of photorealism. These imaginative elements perfectly blend with nature, creating an organic illusion of cohesion.  Throughout this artwork, moody tones and contrasting hues gracefully merge, instilling a serene ambiance that captivates the viewer's soul. The artist's masterful command over light and color accentuates the grand piano's refined presence, forming an awe-inspiring testament to their skill in uniting disparate artistic styles into a stunning visual symphony. ,<lora:OB中世纪油画v1.1.safetensors:1.0> ,
    A faint, droning ache reverberates through the mind, each throb growing louder and more insistent. This relentless pulse drives the psyche toward madness, ensnaring it in a prison woven from loneliness and existential dread. The mind, shackled in a web of despair, desperately clings to a fading vestige of pure feeling as the pain sharpens into jagged spikes. The grip of the prison tightens, pushing away all else, leaving the soul barren. What once mattered now echoes as haunting, shrieking specters of lost love, until the soul is obliterated by the bleak realization that it never truly mattered.
    An action scene shot captures a dark, menacing towering fluffy black cat knight in the heat of an intense, action-packed battle, reminiscent of gritty realism from an old analog camera. The knight’s intricately designed, battle-worn helmet reflects the eerie magical, ethereal glow of its weapon—a massive, twisted sword. The blade crackles with dark energy, gathering ominously at its tip, where a glowing orb of faded blue light pulses with immense, destructive power. This energy radiates along the blade, casting a ghostly blue glow that illuminates the knight’s helmet and armor, creating stark contrasts between light and deep shadows. In its other paw, the cat wields a terrifying shield adorned with jagged, twisted patterns and a ghastly visage that seems to stare into the souls of its enemies. The shield emanates a sense of foreboding, as if cursed by dark magic, enhancing the overall terror of its presence. The glow from the sword accentuates the intricate details of the shield, casting long shadows that flicker across the lone desert battlefield amidst the dunes.
    In a tranquil mesage made entirely of blooming wild roses, in the stillness. A meadow stands tall with a gentle waterfall falling down. Inside, two tall, glowing flowers emerge from deep red and white petals. The words of Uher of souls have come alive against the tranquil meadow, their bold letters spellbound out by gentle waves that flow gently inward through their shadows.
    A towering creature, standing taller than a human, cloaked in a long, ancient, and tattered yellow robe that is aged and ruined. His head is a grinning skull, shrouded in flickering blue flames, encased in a metal cage reminiscent of a torturous device. The Collector is the embodiment of nightmares, hiding his most terrifying secrets beneath his robe. His body is a grotesque amalgamation of twisted souls, each face locked in a painful expression, with glowing blue eyes staring out from the mass. These souls, the heads of his victims, are fused together in a horrifying, writhing mass that forms his entire being. With each new soul he collects, his body absorbs and adds it to the disturbing collection. The most horrifying aspect is revealed only during his attack, 'Show Collection,' where he exposes the grotesque hell hidden beneath his clothes, proudly displaying the tormented souls he has gathered. The Collector takes perverse pride in his collection, eager to share a glimpse of the eternal torment awaiting those who will inevitably join his nightmarish ensemble.
    inksketch painting, Fighting Gold
Deep in my rumbling blood
There is something like the grains
Of stardust in the sky
My soul shines — a light that never will fade
From under any wreckage
Fly higher than the gods
A force of nature, I'm phenomenal
Fighting Gold
    Concept art, (shot above the thighs), a stoic guardian with long, silver hair that flows like a river of moonlight, her sharp violet eyes filled with the sadness of countless centuries spent in solitude. Her skin is a pale, ethereal gray, with faint patterns resembling cracks that hint at her ancient, otherworldly nature. She wears (armor forged from dark, gleaming metal, adorned with symbols of death and rebirth, and shoulder pads shaped like wings of a raven). Her cloak is made of tattered, dark fabric that billows like shadows around her. She stands at the entrance to the underworld, a massive gate made of ancient stone and iron, with the souls of the dead drifting silently past her. In a dynamic pose, she grips a large, intricately carved scythe, its blade glowing with a cold, blue light as she prepares to guide another soul to its final rest. The background is a shadowy, oppressive environment, with towering pillars of stone, a river of souls flowing through the darkness, and the faint echoes of forgotten voices. The atmosphere is solemn, filled with the weight of duty, sorrow, and the quiet acceptance of an eternal role, with dark, somber lighting, and a mood of deep, reflective melancholy.
, in style of Ilya Kuvshinov
    The sun has risen and is casting its light on the leaves. The jungle has awakened; Every branch, every bird of paradise is now alert and full of spring thirst. I return with the same fervor as before, my soul as joyful as ever, eager to serve you. Joy surrounds me from every corner. A rich and complex oil painting of sounds, a living tapestry woven from the hues and textures captured by a digital mirrorless camera. This melody creates an enchanting and haunting paradise world full of intricate details that invite you to listen and discover, masterpiece, best quality, double exposure, realistic, whimsical, fantastic, splash art, intricate detailed, hyperdetailed, maximalist style, psychedelic, post-apocalyptic, photorealistic, concept art, sharp focus, harmony, serenity, tranquility, morning sky, surrounding clouds, mysterious glow, perfectly round sun,
ambient occlusion, halation, cozy ambient lighting, dynamic lighting, double exposure, mentixis, metix, linquivera, liiv1, award winning
    A highly detailed cinematic photography depicting a fantastical mythic scene in Fanmytwor style.
A soul knight, soul particals around the knight, fantasy tavern in background.
(Dark intricate atmosphere, Light and shadow play, angle view:1.3).
    ethereal fantasy concept art of  extreme closeup, beautiful woman with six eyes staring into your soul, glowing eyes, cold expression, wither, lost kingdom, eternal, scales, reptile features, ,pink . magnificent, celestial, ethereal, painterly, epic, majestic, magical, fantasy art, cover art, dreamy
    A regal blood queen with an elaborate crimson gown that appears to flow like liquid blood, her face veiled in shadows and crowned with jagged iron adorned with rubies. Her eyes gleam with a dark hunger, and her lips are stained as though freshly fed. She stands on a balcony overlooking her desolate kingdom under a distant blood-red solar eclipse, her gown trailing down like a river of blood into the shadows below. The faint sounds of wailing fill the air, echoing from the tortured souls bound to her citadel. (hyperdetailed crimson gown:1.1), (intricate gothic details:1.1), (Refined dark atmosphere:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2), (subtle black, red and white color pallet:1.2), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)
    Diving deep into the enchanting depths of the painter's imaginative realm, the hauntingly beautiful composition enraptures the viewer with its ethereal harmonies and captivating contrasts. The faded melancholic undertones of the hazy impressionistic masterpiece mirror the despondency of a fragmented soul, leaving trails of introspective musings in its wake.  As the eye moves across the canvas, it is greeted by a captivating symphony of pale greys, bronzes, and golden golds, painting the warm embrace of a fading sun as it dips below the distant horizon of an autumnal landscape. The composition seamlessly blends abstract notions with tangible elements, harmonizing the chaotic intricacies of a broken mirror's mysterious reflection against the tranquility of nature's muted rustling leaves.  Central to this dreamlike tableau is a mesmerizing architectural design, a stark contrast of geometric lines and modernist angles that intrudes into the picture plane. But rather than disturbing the delicate balance, these structural fragments, illuminated by bursts of dancing light and fleeting shadows, soften the unsteady boundaries between reality and fantasy, casting a spellbinding aura over the whole.  Delicately layered paintwork unveils an intricate tapestry of brushstrokes, instilling each facet with a palpable sense of depth and authenticity. The deft hand of the artist blurbs the borders between the tangible and intangible, blending ephemeral patterns with stark contours to create a tantalizing play of reflection, lending an air of otherworldly allure to the scene.  Through this surrealist ode to nostalgia and poignant yearning, the artist guides us to explore the surrealist nature of reality, ultimately inviting us to gaze deeply within ourselves to decipher the unspoken whispers of our hearts, echoing the muffled cries of a disjointed spirit striving to find solace and meaning amidst life's fragmented mosaic. ,<lora:Digital painting V1.safetensors:1.0> ,
    A girl has a [Typhoon|black hole], attract all the man's souls into it, conception art, unreal, abstract art.
    A girl has a [Typhoon|black hole] face, attract all the man's souls into it, conception art, unreal, abstract art.
    as you watch the vibrant and swirls recur in frontal from one of these futurical spectacle, there's no word on where to start unless you are ready in the mood, where i can begin the adescence to your vision and passion for nature fusion! The air fill with swirler shapes in shades and textures like fiert yellow, envelop your entire scene like glowing red, or, even though you seem just beginning to take in all its beauty in life before yourself and the viewer, who has already consumed it so deeply and soulfully alive before you see. These fantastic dance acts have made for an otherworldly and unforgettable scene. A masterpiece, crafted in intricate stroke style that defie the boundaries that lie within you is bound only by those two extraordinary creatures of art: the dynastique, The Artemisians who call him upon us and tell this unique tale about humanity and innovation through his powerful intellect ascent and creative artist-prodigies who make him work alongside them. Together these musical wonders will delight viewers to lose their imaginations and discover new avenue at countless music concert hall.
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intricate details, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, absurdres, vivid, vibrant, volumetric lighting,
celestial
    Cumberland gap, it's a devil of a gap,
,heavy rain,dying moon,silhouettes,restless souls,down into the depth,epsilon,beta,omega,glowing in the dead of night,interwoven branching structures,depth and dimensionality,undying,comanche,folk horror theme,western,country,dark fantasy,gothic,noir,best quality,masterpiece, detailed, UHD, lots of fine detail,award-winning,vibrant,acid colors,gloss,illustration,concept art,surreal,cinematic, ,visionary,grimdark,disturbing,angst,thrilling,dramatic angle,unique perspective,hdr,red,black,purple,intense poignant atmosphere,horizon line
Thomas Cole
Jakub rozalski,
Piotr Jabłoński
Greg Rutkowski
Mike Mignola
Guillermo del toro
Ridley Scott
H.R.Giger
Edvard Munch
Eugène Delacroix
Berthe Morisot
    Upper body shot of a dark, menacing mechanical knight engaged in a bosstyle boss battle, captured with the gritty realism of an old analog camera. The knight’s battle-worn, intricately designed helmet reflects the eerie glow of his weapon—a massive, twisted sword. The blade crackles with dark energy, gathering ominously at its tip, where a glowing orb of dark purple and translucent amber light pulses with immense, destructive power. The energy radiates along the blade, casting a sinister glow that illuminates the knight’s helmet and armor, creating stark contrasts between light and deep shadows. Standing strong against a translucent Crystal dark-blueish Boss Made of waves Resembling an wide Fury Open shark mouth with teeth
In his other hand, the knight wields a formidable shield, adorned with jagged, twisted patterns and a ghastly visage that seems to stare into the souls of his enemies. The shield exudes a sense of dread, as if cursed by dark magic, amplifying the terror of his presence. The sword’s glow casts intricate shadows across the shield, highlighting its menacing details. The chaotic battlefield around them is set amidst large crystal-blue waves crashing with explosive force, intensifying the dramatic clash between the knight and his adversaries.
    A close-up image captures M1NS1O, a radiant woman with cascading brown tresses framing her face, standing amidst a lush, emerald forest clearing under the soft glow of golden hour sunlight filtering through the dense canopy. She wears a one-of-a-kind, ethereal white shirt adorned with intricate silver motifs that shimmer as they catch the light. Her eyes sparkle with an infectious smile revealing perfectly straight teeth, her gaze locked onto the viewer's soul. The image is captured from a low angle, emphasizing the power and grace of this enchanting forest queen. The background details include dappled sunlight illuminating the vibrant green leaves, distant rustling of animals, and the gentle murmur of a nearby babbling brook, all contributing to an emotional tone of serenity and wonder.
    The flower is dried up, scentless, I see forgotten in the book; And now with a strange dream My soul has been filled: The disturbing and grotesque world of Stephen Gummel. Style by Andrew Wyeth, Katsuhiro Otomo “Scary stories told in the dark.
    In the realm of Aethel, where celestial bodies danced in a vibrant symphony of colors, magic wasn't a whisper, it was a tangible force, woven into the very fabric of existence. Lush forests, teeming with flora that glowed with an internal luminescence, stretched as far as the eye could see, their emerald leaves whispering secrets to the wind.
The sky, a canvas painted with hues of lavender and gold, was traversed by luminous creatures with wings of spun moonlight. Their songs, melodies that resonated with the ancient magic of the land, echoed through the valleys, guiding lost travelers and soothing weary souls.
At the heart of Aethel lay the Crystal Lake, its waters reflecting the celestial dance above, shimmering with every shade imaginable. It was said that the lake held the memories of the world, whispered secrets of forgotten civilizations, and the echoes of forgotten heroes.
The inhabitants of Aethel, a diverse array of beings, lived in harmony with the magic that surrounded them. The Sylvans, graceful beings with leafy hair and eyes that held the wisdom of the forest, lived in treetop villages, their homes swaying gently in the breeze. The Lunarlings, with skin that shimmered like moonlight and eyes that held the secrets of the night sky, lived in caverns adorned with glowing crystals, their voices whispering ancient prophecies.
    masterpiece, realistic scenery, ultra high quality, a gorgeous 23yo sorceress teleports during an ongoing battle through a translucient portal on a messy devastated battlefield in the valley of the lost souls, ancient dark blue robe, ancient magical sorcerer battle staff, glowing blue eyes, pain expression, smoke and fire, dirty used and scratched gear, drizzle, gloomy clouds, RPG Style, <lora:RPGv6-itr15>
    microarchitecture, abstract from above,
The sun has risen and casts its light on the Himalayan mountains. The Himalayan Tactslope has awakened, I return with the same fervor as before, my soul as joyful as ever. Joy surrounds me from every corner to see this impressive sight. The Himalayan Taktshang, better known as the Tiger's Nest, is spectacularly built into the cliffs of the Paro Valley in Bhutan. Tiger's Nest sits above the valley floor and clings to the mountain's steep granite cliffs. A dramatic view of the surrounding forests and mountains symbolizing spiritual elevation and isolation. A rich and complex oil painting of sounds, a living tapestry woven from the hues and textures captured by a digital mirrorless camera, Himalayan Taktshang, himalayan, Himalayan prayer flag, best quality, double exposure, realistic, whimsical, fantastic, splash art, intricate detailed, hyperdetailed, maximalist style, psychedelic, post-apocalyptic, photorealistic, concept art, sharp focus, harmony, serenity, tranquility,  
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    gothic style hyperrealistic art Cinematic photo in the style of Zdzislaw Beksinski of Marzanna, a beautiful Polish goddess embodying winter and death,27yo, with ashen hair and a malevolent expression, collecting souls while wearing threadbare garments adorned with patches of ice and frost. Her pale skin contrasts with a Crown of Thorns, and the scene is set against a winter field. The atmosphere is sinister yet enchanting, rendered in a photorealistic oil painting style with detailed textures and a cinematic feel.
masterpiece, highly detailed, ultra-aesthetic composition.
highly detailed background
35mm, realistic
<lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.6> mythp0rt <lora:ImageUpgraderV2:0.5> detailmaximizer
. extremely high-resolution details, photographic, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, incredibly lifelike . dark, mysterious, haunting, dramatic, ornate, detailed
    cemetery, funeral, grave, dead human in the coffin, soul leaving dead body while people dressed in black mourn the dead. cemetery full of candles, late autumn evening, leaves falling from the trees
    ". Behind her looms the echo of a vast undead city, its buildings alive and pulsing, formed from the souls and lives of countless generations. The architecture should feel both monumental and sinister, with a sense of eternal decay and dark magic lingering in the air."Depict an ancient, sexy, and beautifull powerful lich, blending elements of Aztec and Turkish culture in her appearance. Her face reflects a haunting combination of decayed flesh and ethereal beauty, with one side showing hints of her former elegance while the other reveals the ravages of undeath. She is adorned with intricate armor and ceremonial attire that merge Aztec designs with Turkish patterns, emphasizing her timeless power
    stunning seductive close-up of Midjourney_Whisper looking with such erotic energy, sexy blue eyes staring into your soul, a gorgeous 22 year old model, blonde, hi-top fade, dark theme, soothing tones, muted colors, high contrast, natural skin texture, hyperrealism, soft light, sharp, full body, sheer lace, revealing,
    Cinematic style, realism, cinematic quality, 
Cute little piglet with face of Jenna Ortega, farm, big eyes,freedom, soul, digital illustration, approaching perfection, dynamic, highly detailed, watercolor painting, artstation, concept art, smooth, sharp focus, illustration in the style of artists like Russ Mills, Sakimichan, Wlop, Loish, Artgerm, Darek Zabrocki, and Jean-Baptiste Monge, Gabriele Del Otto, Frank Frazetta, Midjourney AI style, realistic, oil painting
    A woman, sitting amidst the shattered ruins of her life. Always being pampered and the resulting false sense of empowerment made her greedy and insufferable. Now, with her youth and beauty slowly fading away she realizes her loneliness, but still, unable to find the cause in herself, she curses the world for not satisfying her every whim. A damned soul of the modern world.
    A faint, droning ache reverberates through the mind, each throb growing louder and more insistent. This relentless pulse drives the psyche toward madness, ensnaring it in a prison woven from loneliness and existential dread. The mind, shackled in a web of despair, desperately clings to a fading vestige of pure feeling as the pain sharpens into jagged spikes. The grip of the prison tightens, pushing away all else, leaving the soul barren. What once mattered now echoes as haunting, shrieking specters of lost love, until the soul is obliterated by the bleak realization that it never truly mattered.
    A tall, gaunt figure with a skeletal frame stands in a dark, fog-shrouded environment, exuding an aura of ancient malevolence. The figure is draped in a tattered, decaying robe that clings to his bony form, the edges frayed and worn, as though it has endured centuries of wear. His head is a floating, grinning skull, partially obscured by a hood, with hollow eye sockets that glow faintly with an unnatural, eerie light. The skull's grin is unnervingly wide, as if it holds some dark secret. In one hand, he holds a large, eldritch lantern that emits a cold, bluish light, casting twisted shadows around him. The other hand clutches a sack, heavy with disturbing, unseen contents. The atmosphere is thick with dread, as the figure's slow, deliberate movements suggest an eternal, relentless search for lost souls, evoking a sense of cosmic horror and the unfathomable unknown,Skaven
    [ ( Terrifying nighttime horror photograph)]
((A farm field stretches endlessly, (Pumpkin vines twist throughout the field, some sporting withered, decayed pumpkins, their faces warped and grotesque, giving them the look of suffering souls trapped in the earth), (In the middle of the field, a single twisted tree rises from the earth, its bark black and gnarled, its branches curl unnaturally in all directions and an old, weathered scarecrow dangles from the twisted tree, its head a hollow jack-o'-lantern, rotting and caved in, with one glowing red eye flickering)),
((A barn sits in the distance, sagging to one side. The windows of the barn are dark except for one—lit from within by a faint, sickly orange light) (the barn door is half open, revealing only the edge of a shadow inside)),
((The sky is filled with dark, rolling clouds, tinged with faint hues of sickly green and deep purple) (A sliver of moon is barely visible)), 
(In the foreground, a rusted metal sign half-covered in dirt. Etched into its surface, the faint outline of a skull can be seen, Barbed wire coils loosely around the base of the sign), 
[ (photographed with Nikon F6, using 28mm f/2.8 AI-S lens, on Kodak Portra 800 film), (f/5.6), (colors are desaturated, with emphasis on the cool, unnatural hues)
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    Close-Up View, Watercolor Wash Fantasy Style, In eternal twilight, a bloodthirsty harpy perches atop a rusted iron gate, its serrated fangs bared in a snarl as it gazes down upon a warlock who wields a staff imbued with soul-draining mist. The air is heavy with the scent of ash and decay, as if the very fabric of life itself was being slowly extinguished. In the background, the skeletal remains of ancient trees stretch towards the darkening sky, their branches grasping like bony fingers towards the harpy's lair. As the wind whispers secrets through the rusty, newfantasycore, oil painted
    Close-Up View, Horror-Tinged Dark Fantasy Style, Here's your prompt:
In a mossy green clearing, bloodthirsty harpies with elongated limbs swoop down upon bone-armored berserkers, their cracked soul gems glowing with crimson lightning as a dying ember crackles in the heart of a cursed forge, where a forsaken prophecy unfolds its dark fate.
Let me know if this meets your expectations!, newfantasycore, oil painted
    In a long-abandoned asylum, a single, bare light bulb sways gently from the ceiling, its harsh, flickering light illuminating the peeling, graffiti-covered walls. A rusted, empty wheelchair sits beneath the light, a chilling reminder of the lost and forgotten souls who once roamed these haunted halls.
    Streamline with every detail is as vivid and surweap, capturing realism in this unique scene that will bring it home on you in its first scene at sunset: As an image emerge against the lush foliage outside your window-like windows and blanketing the leaves to perfection in all the shades and shadings. The bark reaches towards its precious soul. It appears as, though it holds the scent with curiosity, yet still beware, the only thing missing are some feathery patches rustring softfully in front'leattitude. Above all else they dance through shadowly through dune, their velvet fabric gleak like jewelers and dust-coated wood strands of green grass below! It takes off into the distance beneath them and riseup high up with the sound echoboulled. And upon reaching out and down, an other world is alive filled. We'd say to watch the unexpected encounter from a wise old brown squirrel perched inside and his eyes closed, enjoying its tranquilness while he watches over her family from under one hundred mosses,
    Newfantasycore, Fractal Geometry Style, High-Angle View, In the depths of a long-abandoned crypt, where shadows writhe like living darkness, an eldritch guardian stands watch. Its twisted form is forged from the very essence of despair, as if the sorrow and anguish of countless souls had coalesced into a being of malevolent purpose.
Before it, a spiked carapace assistant, its shell cracked and worn, lies motionless, a testament to the futility of resistance against the forces of damnation. The air reeks of decay and forgotten magic, whispers of which still linger, faint glows that struggle to pierce the veil
    Imagine a twisted, nightmarish being with an exceptionally flat, narrow nose and sunken, yet intensely bright yellow eyes that seem to burn with an otherworldly energy. Its form is a blend of humanity and some unseen, eldritch horror, as if born from dark, foreboding mists that have taken on a life of their own. Capture this creature in exquisite, cinematic detail, with every texture, muscle, and fiber revealed in hyperrealistic, awe-inspiring precision. The atmosphere around it is heavy with an unsettling, malevolent presence that seems to seep into the very soul, as if it has been summoned from some ancient, long-forgotten tome of forbidden knowledge.
    ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, Dark Moody Atmosphere, Avant-garde, painting, evil, unsettling, best quality, masterpiece (Luis Royo style drawing), detailed face, face in sharp focus and intricate detail, extremely detailed, great lighting, BREAK, 
On the cliffside of the Undead Burg, a bonfire crackles against the backdrop of the setting sun. The ancient city sprawls below, a labyrinth of despair and danger, but here, at this sacred flame, there is a moment of respite and reflection for weary souls., 
Inspired by dark fantasy, featuring sinister religious motifs in a gritty, oil painting style, evoking a sense of mystery and foreboding with deep, dark hues
autumn magic,
, blending the natural with the magical, Soft natural lighting, High Definition HD, High Detail, Perfect Composition, dark fantasy movie
    A warrior Dark Souls style, wielding a greatsword, in battlefield with swords in the ground air castle in the background
    In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him,the Doom Slayer
    Hedgehog-necromancer, masterpiece, digital art, sucking soul from slain elven mage, epic battle scene, fantasy
    Title: Display the title "Welcome A Celebration Of War The Radahn Festival" in bold and playful text at the top or center of the poster.
Main Character: Dark souls knight. with red hood, holding great sword, burning ayes.
Background: Include a gray ruinsl like a castle.
Supporting Characters: Add a few sceletons soldiers characters.
    Selfie from hell. sinful soul. Beautiful cinematic impressionistic painting, Dark Gloomy Creepy Character, in the style of Jeremy Mann and Charles Dana Gibson, Mark Demsteader, Paul Headley, a masterpiece of deviant art. Lapis lazuli and atrovirine tone and golden halo, ultra HD 8k, photorealism, Ultra detail, 8k. woman. hovering above the ground,
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    a gorgeous pale black haired and latin model with beautiful figure lying on her back and view from above. morticia addams look alike. full view of body on white sheets. the folds in the sheets look like lost souls. she is lying on the sheets but she is lying on lost souls that appear in the sheets
    (masterpiece), best quality, expressive eyes, perfect face
The Necronomicon exudes an aura of ancient mystery and forbidden knowledge. Its cover, a macabre tableau, features a prominent, grim skull that seems to stare into the soul of the beholder. Surrounding the skull, intricate etchings and arcane symbols whisper of dark rituals and lost civilizations. The book's spine and binding are a chilling work of art: small bones, meticulously arranged and interlocked, form a structure both fascinating and unsettling. These bones, bleached by time, carry the weight of countless secrets, each one a silent testament to the book's ominous power. The pages within are rumored to be made from an unknown, leathery material, and they contain eldritch texts that promise great power—and great peril—to those who dare to decipher them. This Necronomicon is not merely a book; it is a gateway to the shadows that lie beyond the edges of reality.
    Ethereal twin souls in a dreamlike aquatic realm. Two serene faces, eyes closed, mirror each other in profile, surrounded by swirling, translucent waves resembling marble patterns. The scene is bathed in soft, pearlescent light with hints of pastel hues. Delicate bubbles and gleaming particles float around them, suggesting a mystical underwater atmosphere. The bottom of the image reflects rippling water, enhancing the surreal, liquid environment. This visually stunning composition blends elements of fantasy, spirituality, and the fluidity of dreams, evoking a sense of harmony and cosmic connection between the two entities.
    The Copperhead Saloon, once the rowdiest bar in the frontier, now stands as a haunted relic, its wooden beams creaking with the weight of countless memories. The saloon is known for its spectral clientele—ghosts of cowboys, outlaws, and gamblers who met their end within its walls. On certain nights, the veil between worlds thins, and the spirits manifest, challenging the living to a deadly game of cards or a duel at high noon. The stakes are life and death, as the winner walks away with their soul intact, while the loser joins the ranks of the spectral patrons forever. The saloon is filled with the sound of clinking glasses, whispered bets, and the distant strains of a ghostly piano playing an old, haunting tune.
    A colossal figure sits in contemplative silence within the depths of a mountain cave, its enormous physique seemingly dwarfed by the oppressive space. One massive hand grasps a gnarled femur toothpick, the flickering torchlight casting ominous shadows on the rough stone walls as it sits in stillness, lost in thought among ancient relics and forgotten remnants.

The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, and a haunting melody echoes through the cavernous space. A lone violin weeps a mournful tune that seems to stir the giant's slumbering soul, its rugged features softened by a hint of weariness and longing as if it too has been worn down by time.

As an enigmatic sentinel guarding secrets of the past, the giant sits like a monolith, its imposing presence dominating the space. The flickering torchlight casts eerie shadows on the stone walls, illuminating the forgotten remnants and ancient relics that surround it. A haunting melody echoes through the cavernous space, adding to the sense of foreboding yet hypnotic atmosphere.

The composition is centered around the giant, with the rough stone walls and ancient relics forming a circular pattern around it. The perspective is focused on the giant's massive physique, which seems to fill the entire space, emphasizing its dominance over the surroundings.
    A haunting, atmospheric artwork capturing a creature burdened by a profound sense of longing, desperation, and suffering. This beastly figure, with soulful yet unsettling eyes, embodies the torment of trying to open itself to a world that recoils in loathing and rejection. The creature's form is detailed with a blend of human and monstrous features, giving it an eerie, sorrowful presence that reflects a deep vulnerability. Shadows wrap around it like a shroud, intensifying the melancholy and isolation that define its existence. Subtle textures and delicate light illuminate the raw emotion etched across its face, creating a powerful visual of alienation and sorrow in a world that refuses to accept it. aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1m, detailmaximizer, mythp0rt, ne0fant4sy, drkfnts <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:1.0> <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.8> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1_aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.4:0.8> <lora:v1v1dr34m:0.7> <lora:mythp0rt_FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.8> <lora:ne0nfant4sy_NeonFantasyPrimeFLUX-000049:0.82> <lora:drkfnts style_sxz-Dark-Fantasy-v2-Flux:0.78>
    aiai-C0l0ssus Evil Extreme helmet Closeup of a Action Scene shot of a dark, menacing towering mechanical hkstyle knight in the heat of an intense, action-packed battle, captured with the gritty realism of an old analog camera. The FredFraiStyle knight's intricately designed, battle-worn helmet reflects the eerie glow of his weapon—a massive, twisted guitar. The blade crackles with dark energy, gathering ominously at its tip, where a glowing orb of dark blue and translucent turquoise light pulses with immense, destructive power. The energy radiates along the length of the blade, casting a sinister glow that illuminates the knight’s helmet and armor, creating stark contrasts between light and deep shadows.
In his other hand, the knight wields a terrifying shield, adorned with jagged, twisted patterns and a ghastly visage that seems to stare into the souls of his enemies. The shield emanates a sense of foreboding, as if cursed by dark magic, adding to the overall terror of his presence. The glow from the sword throws the intricate details of the shield into sharp relief, casting long shadows that flicker across the Lone Desert scenery battlefield amidst dunes
    medium shot portrait of a high-end bipedal cc_cyborg robot, good home assistant, working in the interior of a futurist house. Despite its plastic candid face we can see a kind and calm personality in its eyes. A girl is cryint with tears. Looking at the camera and extending its hand as if trying to touch the camera l. Its circuits glowing a peaceful light that transmits a sense of serenity. Visible cables, robot joints and circuits, intricate detail. From inside his translucent chest, we can see a mystical bright and foggy blue aura as if its inner soul was pulsating in its artificial heart, we almost feel its compassion that this character transmits, ethereal, heavenly spiritual, its spirt extends beyond the mechanical body. Perfect Composition, realistic photographic image, RAW photo highest quality, perfect directional lighting, bokeh
    Haunted village under a stormy night sky, the houses crumbling and overgrown with dark ivy, a lone Warrior with spiked armor and a flaming sword strides through the cobblestone streets, the wind carrying whispers of lost souls, a towering, ruined cathedral looms in the background, its stained glass windows shattered, lightning illuminating the scene., 
in the style of live action dark fantasy, retro, 80s Panavision look and feel, high contrast, lens flares, film grain, retro aesthetic, soft focus, deep shadows, vibrant saturation, authentic 1980s vibe, nostalgic, dreamcore
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    in the heartbeat of nothing,multiple reflections,glow,silhouette,soul maelstorm,veins,cables,tubes.stalaktit,low gravity,reversed world,cracked reality,alienscape,void,nebula,megastructure,terminal world,light particles,fog,heart,gloomy,hard scifi,dark fantasy,horror theme,mysterious,energy sparks,fractal,geometrical,shapes,crystal,extraterrestrial, best quality,masterpiece, detailed, UHD, lots of fine detail,award-winning,vibrant,saturated,vibrant neon colors,painting,impressionism,illustration,beyond-reality,visionary,surreal,disturbing,hdr,aesthetic,
 painted in high resolution,
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John Harris 
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Ralph Mcquarrie
Tsutomu Nihei
Greg Rutkowski
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Zdzisław Beksiński,
Virgil Finlay
Marc Simonetti
Gustave Dore
Jacques-Louis David
    A masterpiece of (outstanding) style created by the collaboration of Edward Burne-Jones and Hajime Sorayama.    Imagine a photograph that captures the essence of both Edward Burne-Jones's ethereal, dreamlike style and Hajime Sorayama's futuristic, robotic aesthetics in perfect harmony. The scene is set against a soft, pastel-colored sky at twilight, with a gentle golden light casting long shadows.The main subject is an intricate, lifelike female figure standing gracefully on a moonlit bridge. Her form is fluid yet precise, reminiscent of Burne-Jones's flowing lines and ethereal elegance. The woman's body appears semi-transparent, allowing her internal machinery to be subtly visible through her skin. This blend of classic beauty with advanced technology creates an otherworldly scene.The figure’s face has large, expressive eyes that seem to peer directly into the viewer's soul, adding a hint of Sorayama's signature gaze and intricate facial features. Her limbs are elongated and graceful, yet with subtle mechanical joints and gears visible at key points, giving her an almost supernatural elegance.In the background, the bridge stretches out over a serene, moonlit lake with ripples that reflect the soft, glowing light. On either side of the bridge, towering silhouettes of ancient, crumbling architecture suggest a blend of classical and futuristic elements. A faint digital haze in the background adds to the surreal, dreamlike quality.The angle of the photograph is slightly from above, looking down at the figure from a perspective that emphasizes her elegance while also highlighting the intricate details of both her organic and mechanical components. The composition is balanced with the bridge framing the scene, leading the viewer’s eye through the image towards the horizon.This unique perspective not only showcases the collaboration's artistic vision but also creates an visually impactful and emotionally engaging photograph.    HD32K, hyperdetailed, best quality, aidmaMJ6.1.
    An elegant 8K portrait depicts the Wicked Witch as a deadly fae assassin, photographed with a full-frame camera using an 85mm lens at f/1.4. The 21-year-old's flawless green skin provides a striking contrast against her sleek black silk and leather ensemble - a corseted bodysuit with strategic armor plates and flowing half-skirt. Crystalline daggers hang at her hips, and poisoned thorns adorn her bracers. Her long black hair floats as if underwater, creating an ethereal frame for her sharp features and luminous green eyes. Her petite, lithe form suggests deadly grace, poised between shadow and starlight.
The unseelie court backdrop shimmers with dark magic - twisted trees of silver and obsidian, phosphorescent flowers, and floating wisps of soul-light. Cool blue atmospheric lighting emphasizes rather than masks her natural emerald complexion. The portrait keeps crystal-clear focus on our enchanting assassin while dreamlike background elements blur into bokeh, highlighting her position as a lethal jewel in the dark fae crown.
    as you watch the vibrant and swirls recur in frontal from one of these futurical spectacle, there's no word on where to start unless you are ready in the mood, where i can begin the adescence to your vision and passion for nature fusion! The air fill with swirler shapes in shades and textures like fiert yellow, envelop your entire scene like glowing red, or, even though you seem just beginning to take in all its beauty in life before yourself and the viewer, who has already consumed it so deeply and soulfully alive before you see. These fantastic dance acts have made for an otherworldly and unforgettable scene. A masterpiece, crafted in intricate stroke style that defie the boundaries that lie within you is bound only by those two extraordinary creatures of art: the dynastique, The Artemisians who call him upon us and tell this unique tale about humanity and innovation through his powerful intellect ascent and creative artist-prodigies who make him work alongside them. Together these musical wonders will delight viewers to lose their imaginations and discover new avenue at countless music concert hall.
    In the realm of Aethel, where celestial bodies danced in a vibrant symphony of colors, magic wasn't a whisper, it was a tangible force, woven into the very fabric of existence. Lush forests, teeming with flora that glowed with an internal luminescence, stretched as far as the eye could see, their emerald leaves whispering secrets to the wind.
The sky, a canvas painted with hues of lavender and gold, was traversed by luminous creatures with wings of spun moonlight. Their songs, melodies that resonated with the ancient magic of the land, echoed through the valleys, guiding lost travelers and soothing weary souls.
At the heart of Aethel lay the Crystal Lake, its waters reflecting the celestial dance above, shimmering with every shade imaginable. It was said that the lake held the memories of the world, whispered secrets of forgotten civilizations, and the echoes of forgotten heroes.
The inhabitants of Aethel, a diverse array of beings, lived in harmony with the magic that surrounded them. The Sylvans, graceful beings with leafy hair and eyes that held the wisdom of the forest, lived in treetop villages, their homes swaying gently in the breeze. The Lunarlings, with skin that shimmered like moonlight and eyes that held the secrets of the night sky, lived in caverns adorned with glowing crystals, their voices whispering ancient prophecies.
    a desolate landscape shrouded in perpetual darkness, where twisted trees with gnarled branches reach out like skeletal hands. In the distance, a decrepit castle looms, its crumbling towers inhabited by malevolent spirits and tortured souls. Slithering through the murky swamps are grotesque creatures, half-submerged in fetid waters, their eyes glowing with hunger and malice. Above, a blood-red moon casts an eerie glow, illuminating scenes of unspeakable terror and madness. This is a realm where nightmares come to life, where every shadow conceals a lurking horror, and where the line between reality and nightmare blurs into oblivion. Welcome to the abyss of my twisted imagination.
    A haunting, cloaked female figure stands in the shadows, her piercing eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Her face, covered in dust and dirt, is wrapped in tattered fabric adorned with intricate hieroglyphs that seem to whisper ancient secrets. Set against a dark, abstract background of swirling shades of deep purple and black, the cloth appears worn and frayed, with strands of cobwebs glistening in the dim light, evoking a sense of age and decay.

Surrounding her are gothic elements: scattered skulls and bones partially buried in the ground, their surfaces glistening with moisture, adding to the eerie atmosphere. The background’s chaotic patterns shift from deep violet to inky black, creating a chilling depth that feels both eerie and detached, as if the figure exists within a haunted digital void.

Every wrinkle, stitch, and symbol on the fabric tells a story of forgotten rituals and lost souls, while the skulls and bones serve as grim reminders of mortality. The dark hues of the background amplify the figure’s spectral presence, weaving together themes of the supernatural and the ancient. This composition draws the viewer into a world where the past lingers in the shadows, preserved within a hauntingly beautiful, ethereal space filled with gothic allure.
    Detailed, masterpiece, professional, bold colors, awe-inspiring, photography inspired by modern style, From the abode of demons
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My heart and my soul epic, hypermaximalism.
    Within this exquisite artistic rendering lies a breathtaking panorama of a sun-soaked desert oasis. The artist has seamlessly blended fiery hues of gold, amber, and scarlet into the shimmering waves of velvety sand, creating a kaleidoscopic spectacle under an eternal sun. A solitary palm tree stands stoically against the backdrop, its verdant fronds casting dancing shadows on the undulating dunes, as they ripple in the gentle desert breeze. The sublime painting captures the soul of this magnificent landscape, inviting the viewer to immerse themselves in the serene beauty and ethereal tranquility of this timeless desertscape. ,<lora:flux/paintart-style-004-flux.safetensors:1.0:1.0>
    A lone knight clad in intricate silver armor stands silently atop a cliff overlooking a shadowed valley bathed in moonlight. His starlight-forged blade glows faintly, casting a soft light that pierces the encroaching darkness below. The sky above him is filled with swirling constellations and faint auroras, evoking the legend of his celestial weapon. Behind him, faint silhouettes of sorrowful figures—broken and lost souls he has saved—emerge as ghostly apparitions in the mist., Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp,  mtg <lora:MTG_-_FLUX:0.65><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.5><lora:detailed_v2_flux_ntc><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.2><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.3><lora:Flux_Fantasy_Portraits:0.5>
    A vast, moonlit ocean stretches endlessly, where the water is as dark as ink and filled with drifting, ancient shipwrecks. Here, the tides seem to have a will of their own, dragging any vessel or wanderer deeper into the heart of this eerie sea. At its center is the Abyssal Cathedral—a colossal structure rising from the depths, built from the bones of unknown leviathans. The cathedral’s spires are shaped like clawed hands reaching skyward, eternally caught between drowning and surfacing. Souls of the drowned haunt these waters, their translucent forms swirling with the tides, whispering warnings to any who might dare to listen.
    wordless high-resolution RAW photography capturing these feelings: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
    In a dimly lit jazz club, a male saxophonist stands center stage, passionately playing a soulful solo. The room is filled with smoke and the clinking of glasses as the audience listens intently. His eyes are closed as he improvises, swaying to the rhythm of the accompanying band. The ambiance is intimate, with small tables and candlelight creating a classic jazz atmosphere, emphasizing the connection between musician and audience.
    In a captivating, high-definition portrait shot, the enchanting ELL153F is center stage against a soft, sun-dappled forest backdrop. Her twintails cascade down her back like dark waterfalls, framing an ethereal face adorned with delicate jewelry. She stands poised and confident, her lips parted in a radiant smile that reveals a single mole and a perfect set of white teeth. The warm, diffused sunlight filters through the leaves above, casting dappled shadows across her brown and black hair, as she gazes directly into the lens with an inviting, soulful expression, exuding a sense of quiet strength and gentle allure.
    In this breathtaking piece, we witness a marvelous journey where visual and symbolic elements intertwine, blending classical mythology, themes of death, and G. Klimt's distinctive painting style. At the center of the scene stands a female figure of Death - Arubis, presented in an astonishingly believable and captivating manner.

Arubis' form is long and graceful, her skin as delicate as the finest silk, radiating an almost supernatural sheen. Her deep, mysterious eyes seem capable of penetrating the depths of the soul, instilling a peculiar sense of fear. Yet, this fear is not malicious but arises from a reverence for the unknown world.

Her long hair cascades like a waterfall, dancing lightly in the wind and emitting a soft radiance that contrasts sharply with the surroundings. The staff she holds, adorned with gems and exquisite carvings, serves not only as a symbol of her power but also seems to narrate an ancient tale about time, death, and rebirth.

The background is a chaotic yet beautiful void, colorful and dreamlike. Here, Klimt's signature gold embellishments blend with layers of color changes, from deep purple to orange-red, then to light blue, creating a surreal atmosphere. Within this chaos, faint shapes are barely visible, like fragments of memories forgotten by time, inviting contemplation.

The artwork reaches an awe-inspiring climax in visual terms, showcasing both the mystery and beauty of the female Death figure Arubis and triggering deep-level reflections on life, death, and eternal themes through Klimt's characteristic style and symbolism. This is not merely a painting but more like a dialogue spanning time and space, allowing every viewer to find their inner resonance within it.

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    ethereal fantasy concept art of  extreme closeup, beautiful woman with six eyes staring into your soul, glowing eyes, cold expression, wither, lost kingdom, eternal, scales, reptile features, ,purple . magnificent, celestial, ethereal, painterly, epic, majestic, magical, fantasy art, cover art, dreamy
    microarchitecture, abstract from above,
The sun has risen and casts its light on the Himalayan mountains. The Himalayan Tactslope has awakened, I return with the same fervor as before, my soul as joyful as ever. Joy surrounds me from every corner to see this impressive sight. The Himalayan Taktshang, better known as the Tiger's Nest, is spectacularly built into the cliffs of the Paro Valley in Bhutan. Tiger's Nest sits above the valley floor and clings to the mountain's steep granite cliffs. A dramatic view of the surrounding forests and mountains symbolizing spiritual elevation and isolation. A rich and complex oil painting of sounds, a living tapestry woven from the hues and textures captured by a digital mirrorless camera, Himalayan Taktshang, himalayan, Himalayan prayer flag, best quality, double exposure, realistic, whimsical, fantastic, splash art, intricate detailed, hyperdetailed, maximalist style, psychedelic, post-apocalyptic, photorealistic, concept art, sharp focus, harmony, serenity, tranquility,  
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    ethereal fantasy concept art of  extreme closeup, beautiful woman with six eyes staring into your soul, glowing eyes, cold expression, wither, lost kingdom, eternal, scales, reptile features, ,dark blue, disgust . magnificent, celestial, ethereal, painterly, epic, majestic, magical, fantasy art, cover art, dreamy
    Design a game cover for 'Flux Souls: GPU Prepare to Die Edition.' Feature a dark, gothic background with a knight in armor inspired by Solaire of Astora. The armor should include the sun emblem on the chestplate, a distinctive conical helmet with a cross-shaped visor, and a flowing red cape. The knight should be seated at a computer, with the screen casting a glowing light on the armor. Place the title 'Flux Souls' prominently at the top, with 'GPU Prepare to Die Edition' as a subtitle in a bold and eye-catching font. The tagline 'Help, can't stop' should be displayed prominently below the title in large, striking fonts, ensuring it is highly visible and draw attention.
    dark night cinematic giant kraken with wings cthulhu shadow. rising of the ocean, a flash of lightning illuminates the scene, a sailor figure, almost tiny in size crying holding a cardboard with his hand that reads "I needs buzz or you soul!", is standing still on the edge of the beach looking at the ocean. in the left corner of the scene is a lighthouse on an island in the ocean. dark atmosphere. terror and horror feeling.
    Imagine a twisted, nightmarish jack-o-lantern with an exceptionally flat, narrow nose and sunken, yet intensely bright yellow eyes that seem to burn with an otherworldly energy. Its form is a blend of humanity and some unseen, eldritch horror, as if born from dark, foreboding mists that have taken on a life of their own. Capture this creature in exquisite, cinematic detail, with every texture, muscle, and fiber revealed in hyperrealistic, awe-inspiring precision. The atmosphere around it is heavy with an unsettling, malevolent presence that seems to seep into the very soul, as if it has been summoned from some ancient, long-forgotten tome of forbidden knowledge.
    A chilling tableau of a horror show nightmare, masterfully illustrated in a two-tone color scheme of muted grays and blues, with a hint of eerie green piercing through the dense fog. In the foreground, the formidable silhouette of the Black Blade, Vuragh'th, emerges with a sense of otherworldly malice. The weapon, a colossal Daemon Sword, gleams with an ominous aura, its monstrous size and intricate, twisted design hinting at the countless souls it has consumed. The sword's blade, a jagged mass of shadow and steel, appears to be absorbing the very essence of the terrified souls depicted as ethereal figures writhing around it. The background is a desolate landscape, obscured by thick fog and harsh shadows that play upon the rusted metal structures and ruins of a long-forgotten battleground. The scene is illuminated by a sickly, flickering light, casting elongated shadows that dance with the swirling mist. In the distance, the silhouette of the Primarch Angron looms, his arm raised, ready to deliver a devastating blow with the Black Blade. The atmosphere is thick with dread, the very air seeming to vibrate with the anticipation of unspeakable terror. This haunting illustration captures the epitome of fear and the relentless power of the Warp, leaving the viewer with a sense of awe and horror at the unstoppable force that is the Daemon Prince and his legendary weapon.
    A towering, gaunt figure stands in a desolate, fog-choked medieval graveyard, cloaked in tattered, bloodstained robes that drag across the dirt. Its face is hidden beneath a grotesque, elongated pestilence mask, the cracked leather stretched over an unnatural skull, with hollow, dead eyes peering out from deep within. The beak of the mask drips with a thick, black ichor, and the air around the figure reeks of decay and death. In its bony hand, it clutches a gnarled staff made of twisted human femurs, adorned with rotting, severed heads, their mouths sewn shut with barbed wire. As it moves through the fog, the ground withers beneath its feet, the grass turning to ash, while silent, skeletal ravens circle above, waiting to feast on the souls of the damned. Every breath it takes is a rattling gasp, like the dying wheeze of a thousand plague victims, and its presence draws the spirits of the dead from their graves, their skeletal hands clawing desperately at the earth. This figure seeks not salvation, but only the embrace of death, spreading pestilence wherever it roams, a living harbinger of rot and ruin.
    debauchery, full body full figure image, splayed on a sofa, dejected, soiled luxurious marquess evening gown, drunk, wine glass, spilled carafe of wine on floor, 18th Century noblewomen as epitome of decadence, depraved decadent nobility, vice, weary expression, excessive revelry, used, unhinged, rococo, hyperdetailed, bokeh, masterwork, glimpses of teal and pink, soft rim light, ornate, depravity, corruption of the soul
    aidmasoftglow, NewFantasyCore. A decrepit asylum lies at the edge of a scorched wasteland, where ash fills the air and the sky smolders. This place is ruled by a twisted fire-witch who traps souls consumed by madness. The walls burn without heat, and strange sigils shift across the floors. The witch, a living pyre, wears the suffering of her prisoners as armor. From the asylum’s darkest depths, a Night of the Death emerges—half its body cloaked in black shadows, the other in blinding white light that radiates an unnatural cold. It wields a colossal battle axe, one side burning with flame, the other frosted with deadly ice. This entity, neither alive nor dead, brings both fiery destruction and freezing death, an unstoppable force haunting the asylum.
    highly detailed and hyper realistic, hyper realistic and highly detailed, ultra intricate details, highly dynamic low angle cinematic full shot, close up of a lethal samurai cyborg assassin all dressed in black, floating robes, brightly glowing eyes, holding a colossal two hander chainsaw blade, from below angle, extremely dangerous and menacing, limited dark colors, atmospheric haze, motion blur, depth of field, cinematic, in the style of Dark Souls, In the style of Bladerunner, hyper realistic and highly detailed photo, highly detailed, hyper detailed, ultra intricate details
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    ethereal fantasy concept art of  extreme closeup, beautiful woman with six eyes staring into your soul, glowing eyes, cold expression, wither, lost kingdom, eternal, scales, reptile features, ,black, drunk . magnificent, celestial, ethereal, painterly, epic, majestic, magical, fantasy art, cover art, dreamy
    Create a hyperrealistic and detailed digital artwork that blends photorealism with digital surrealism. Depict a mysterious and ethereal dark forest nymph emerging from the dense, shadowy underbrush of an ancient woodland. Her luminescent pale green skin should reflect the dappled moonlight filtering through the thick canopy of intertwining branches above. Her hair, a cascade of wild, inky black tendrils, should be adorned with delicate strands of bioluminescent fungi, casting a soft glow around her mesmerizing face. Her eyes should be pools of shimmering silver, holding a gentle yet haunting gaze that seems to pierce the soul. The nymph’s attire should seamlessly blend with the forest’s essence, crafted from leaves and vines that cling to her slender form, revealing just enough to hint at her otherworldly beauty. She should stand with the grace of a deer, one hand resting on the trunk of a gnarled, moss-covered tree, while the other holds a staff entwined with ivy. The surrounding forest floor should be a tapestry of midnight blues and deep purples, dotted with bioluminescent mushrooms and plants that provide an eerie, enchanting ambiance. The air should be thick with mist, giving the scene a dreamlike quality, as if the very essence of the night itself has taken form in her presence. Her bare feet should be gently nestled in a bed of velvety moss, with her toes elongating into slender roots that intertwine with the forest floor, anchoring her to the earth,
    Under the eerie light of a full moon, a menacing figure stands cloaked in darkness. Its head is a glowing, carved pumpkin with sharp, jagged features lit from within by an ominous fire. The hooded cloak it wears billows slightly, adorned with eerie, ghostly faces of tormented souls embedded in the fabric. The twisted, barren trees in the background add to the chilling atmosphere, as if the figure is a haunting spirit, patrolling a forgotten, cursed forest on an eternal Halloween night.
    In the misty smoky background twisted shapes of horrible writhing fiery red-eyed horned demons perform a bizarre macabre dance of death. The viewer can tell his soul now forever belongs to these demons that beckon him and will never release him from their grasp again.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In the heart of a smoldering battlefield littered with the broken weapons of fallen soldiers, a once-noble knight kneels before a shimmering, spectral figure dressed in black armor. The knight’s own armor is battered and scorched, his hands bloodied and shaking as he reaches for the obsidian sword offered to him by the ghostly figure. The sword pulses with a deep crimson light, as though it carries the essence of all the lives taken by it, and the air around it hums with dark energy. The battlefield is eerily silent, the cries of the dying and the clash of steel long gone, replaced by the low, seductive voice of the figure promising the knight endless victory, vengeance, and power. The knight’s face is gaunt and exhausted, his eyes hollow from the weight of the war, and yet there’s a flicker of hope, a dangerous desire for the strength to end his enemies once and for all. Above, storm clouds gather, swirling ominously as lightning flickers in the distance, casting the scene in harsh, flickering light. Behind the knight, the bodies of his comrades lie forgotten, their sacrifices fading from his mind as he is drawn deeper into the figure’s chilling offer. The sword is so close now, and with one simple choice, the knight knows he will either save or damn his soul forever. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.5><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    A dark, gothic study room, where shadows loom large, and the atmosphere is thick with dread. The heavy, velvety curtains allow only a sliver of moonlight to seep through, casting the room in deep darkness. The flickering flames in the fireplace create sharp, menacing shadows. 
Perched atop a bust of Pallas above the chamber door is a large, sinister raven, its jet-black feathers appearing almost oily in the faint light. The raven’s eyes glow with a blood-red hue, as if seeing into the darkest corners of the soul. Scattered across a dark mahogany desk are old, brittle books, quills dipped in dried blood, and parchment papers covered in frantic handwriting.
Above the raven, in the iconic, jagged font from the movie *Psycho*, the word "NEVERMORE" appears, dripping with a dark, viscous liquid, as though the letters themselves are bleeding. The text glows faintly with a ghostly light, casting an eerie red glow across the scene. 
The entire composition is suffused with a sense of terror, as if the room itself is alive with malevolent forces. The unsettling contrast of light and shadow, combined with the menacing presence of the raven and the bloodied "NEVERMORE," creates a nightmarish, visceral image that embodies the horror and despair of Poe’s darkest themes.
    F@nt@sy CFH, A towering, gaunt figure stands in a desolate, fog-choked medieval graveyard, cloaked in tattered, bloodstained robes that drag across the dirt. Its face is hidden beneath a grotesque, elongated pestilence mask, the cracked leather stretched over an unnatural skull, with hollow, dead eyes peering out from deep within. The beak of the mask drips with a thick, black ichor, and the air around the figure reeks of decay and death. In its bony hand, it clutches a gnarled staff made of twisted human femurs, adorned with rotting, severed heads, their mouths sewn shut with barbed wire. As it moves through the fog, the ground withers beneath its feet, the grass turning to ash, while silent, skeletal ravens circle above, waiting to feast on the souls of the damned. Every breath it takes is a rattling gasp, like the dying wheeze of a thousand plague victims, and its presence draws the spirits of the dead from their graves, their skeletal hands clawing desperately at the earth. This figure seeks not salvation, but only the embrace of death, spreading pestilence wherever it roams, a living harbinger of rot and ruin.
    A dark, gothic study room, where shadows loom large, and the atmosphere is thick with dread. The heavy, velvety curtains allow only a sliver of moonlight to seep through, casting the room in deep darkness. The flickering flames in the fireplace create sharp, menacing shadows. 
Perched atop a bust of Pallas above the chamber door is a large, sinister raven, its jet-black feathers appearing almost oily in the faint light. The raven’s eyes glow with a blood-red hue, as if seeing into the darkest corners of the soul. Scattered across a dark mahogany desk are old, brittle books, quills dipped in dried blood, and parchment papers covered in frantic handwriting.
Above the raven, in the iconic, jagged font from the movie *Psycho*, the word "NEVERMORE" appears, dripping with a dark, viscous liquid, as though the letters themselves are bleeding. The text glows faintly with a ghostly light, casting an eerie red glow across the scene. 
The entire composition is suffused with a sense of terror, as if the room itself is alive with malevolent forces. The unsettling contrast of light and shadow, combined with the menacing presence of the raven and the bloodied "NEVERMORE," creates a nightmarish, visceral image that embodies the horror and despair of Poe’s darkest themes.

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